For the first time in more than three years I felt alive, really alive. It was the opening of an exhibition by one of my favorite Libyan artists. For me, it was a rare occasion to be a part of the art scene in Tripoli again. I was surprised that people still remembered me because I left Libya shortly after my first exhibition in 1999. I was greeted by established artists as well as those much younger than me; I’d ask them:”Do you really remember me?” and the answer was always a warm and gracious... Sign in to see full entry.